"Stark, stop. Your "psychic vibrations" don't hold up in court, or in my book. Get me some solid evidence," Steve practically barked as he walked through the precinct. He had gone on a coffee run was then promptly cornered by the resident consultant and self proclaimed "head psychic of the NYPD", Tony Stark.

"Stevie boy, I am getting some strong hunches that you are full of shit." Tony frowned as they rounded a corner and found a rather curvaceous brunette sitting at Steve's old partner-Bucky who had gone on a long trip to go find himself-'s desk. "I'm serious though, I have some strong vibrations that you have the wrong man."

"Kinky. If that persists for more than four hours, I'd call a doctor," The brunette smirked up at the pair.

"That's just how I roll. I'm Tony Stark, NYPD head psychic. This is my police detective sidekick Captain America. Not many people get to know his secret identity-Steve Rogers-so you should count yourself in that lucky few. He has a thing for snarky brunettes." Tony smirked as the girl stood, her long dark wavy hair was pulled into a ponytail and her dark green button up shirt was tucked into a waist high black pencil skirt.

"Tony, stop. I'm Steve Rogers, head detective. This is a consultant who is very full of crap," Steve practically growled at the shorter man.

"Wow, we don't need a psychic to sense the animosity between you two." Darcy pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm his favorite. You should see how he treats people that he doesn't like. He's vicious."

"I'm sure. And Captain America?"

"Tony likes to give everyone nicknames, Arthur is Thor because of his Norse heritage and god like build. Natasha is Black Widow and no one will tell us why. Chief Coulson is Super Nanny, Steve's Captain America, Sam is Falcon, Bucky was the Winter Soldier, Banner is the Hulk-you wouldn't like him when he gets angry-and I'm Hawkeye because of my amazing aim. You must be the newbie, Darcy Lewis." Clint said with a smile from the desk next to Darcy's.

"I am and I did not catch any of that." Darcy smiled at Clint before Chief Philip Coulson walked out of his office.

"Introductions are over. Lewis, Rogers, get in here!" Coulson barked as both detectives nodded and walked into his space.

"Chief," Steve greeted. Coulson nodded and tossed a badge at Darcy and pointed to a standard issue pistol, gesturing for her to take it and the holster that it came with.

"Rogers, this is Darcy Lewis. She's being relocated here from New Mexico and will be your partner from now on."

"Sir, what about when Bucky gets back?" Steve asked, basically ignoring the brunette in the room.

"Barnes is currently MIA and when or if he gets back, he can be partnered with everyone's favorite psychic as punishment."

"How often does this department work with a phony psychic?" Darcy asked.

"Often enough to get results." Steve admitted begrudgingly.

"Oh hey, he does notice that I'm here!" Darcy faked excitement and smiled widely at the tall blonde.

"Sorry ma'am," At least he had the courtesy to look apologetic. "I just wasn't expecting another partner so soon."

"Well, here I am, so," Darcy snarked as she clipped her badge onto the waist of her skirt and fastened the holster over her shoulder before securing the pistol to the side and just under her breasts. "Hello, partner, I'm Darcy Lewis. I like dogs and frozen yogurt. I was just transferred from New Mexico where I worked as the head detective."

"I'm Steve Rogers, I like dogs and sports. I have been here for two years and am currently the head detective."

"Great. now that that's squared away, you have a case. Now get out of my office," Coulson ordered.